Just a quick post to prove that I’m still alive. I know the value of that is questioned by many, including myself, but I’m still here, just like that faded mustard stain on your favorite Superchunk t-shirt1. It’s just that life has been busy with many un-blog-worthy things.
I did get out for a couple of my standard photo walks over the past week, which are more like photo creeps, as I don’t seem to cover much distance; however, that creeping around the riversides and ponds of central Michigan has yielded a few shots to keep me happy.
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Soiled Fun Embarrassing Factz: For those keeping track at home, it’s now sadly been over 7 months since I last rode my bike. I’d like to say that I miss it more than anything, but alas, I don’t. I’m not sure when I’ll rediscover the passion or the ability to ride again, given that I’m confined to wearing eyeglasses until I have my cataract surgery, and I find it impossible to ride in eyeglasses (no peripheral vision), and the word on the street is that it could be FOUR FRIGGIN’ WEEKS OR MORE until I can lift heavy things for no reason or do any intense cardio. With that bit of shit news, I’m seriously thinking about embracing The Fatness II (The Wrath of Kahn) and going all-in on overeating, drinking, and other forms of mind-altering merriment. If I play my cards right and don’t stroke out or go into a diabetic coma, there is a chance I could become bloated enough to be on a straight-to-DVD knockoff version of My 600-Lb. Life that is sold in midwestern truck stops right next to the cassette tapes of 16 Greatest Truck Driver Hits.
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Oh well, hoping for more time to goof off in the woods in the coming week.
Later.